The Big Apple was just as juicy on a day that was supposed to be filled with mourning and painful memory. Granted, the po-po were buzzing around like angry hornets looking to sting something, but life still seemed to go on.
We avoided Ground Zero, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to get into the “official” 9/11 monument (Family of the victims only), but instead went to a New York Philharmonic September 11th Tribute concert at the Lincoln Center.
I’ll give you more details in a two-part post tomorrow. For now, sleep.